I wake up in the morning (?) and I think of The Music, I go to the club and think of Music, hear my favourite DJ and have to think of Music, I eat a pizza and think of Music, then I go for a jog and think of Music, kiss my girl and think of Music, I have sex and I hear drums, I ride my bike (to save gas and oil, yes, but also look cool and sweaty like in an MTV video) and I think of Music, talk to a cop and think of rugged Music, talk to a child and answer questions about mathematics (and I see the musical configurations) and profess my love for Music, get in an arguement and then resolve it and think of choruses and verses (Music!) then hear that bass on the radio and go, "That's killer!" all-the-while thinking of Music, I play baseball and think about who's on third base but basically my mind is on the Music, look at a pic of Marilyn Monroe and my brain screams "Music!" and I go in the studio to record and mix music and think of Music, I laugh at the gawd-awful things that the Pope just said (angering precisely half the world) and think of Music to save his Soul, I go to a jazz club and think of Music, I go to a dark-wave club and think of Music, I go to a heavy metal club and think of Music, I go to the bank and I'm dreaming of Music, (not that crappy elevator shit their playing, but REAL music), I ride the train and am jotting down ideas for nothing-but-the-Music, I go to bed and fade to sleep with a wicked smile while the MUSIC plays in my head ... Day and night, night and day - ANY QUESTIONS? Peace, -Todd